Ivy sat cross-legged on the chaise near her window, the morning sun warm on her skin, but her thoughts were anything but sunny. Her mind kept circling back to Giulia's blackmail situation.
She had promised to help, but she now didn’t know exactly how. She didn’t even know anyone who can help.
“I’m in a real pickle now,” she murmured to herself.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She picked it up and saw that it’s an unfamiliar number. Who could it be?
Ivy hesitated, then answered. "Hello?"
"Good morning, cara," came a smooth, familiar voice. "Miss me?"
She blinked. "Giovanni?"
"Mmm... Is that the relief I hear in your voice? Almost flattering," he drawled.
Ivy exhaled, brushing a hand through her hair. "How did you get my number?"
"Oh, you know. I have my ways,” he bragged. “Yo
